Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
no, i turn the other cheek like the baby jesus
Cress wins. Pansy Keir goes off to sulk in a corner. Milky bars are on me! Get them off me! Get them off me!
of course, they're all milky bars by the time i've finished with them
ewww... now I definetly want them off me.